Hot water.
A two-word phrase. So close and yet so far away for everyone living in Russia. Now, remembering myself in the past, waves of the past come flooding back. Just to wash, we had to heat up pots, pull out a basin and wash in the bathtub, because the bastard officials decided to repair the heating mains in the middle of FUCKING DECEMBER!!! TOGETHER WITH THE ROADS!!!
How much pain and anger did we feel back then?
How many tears and curses did we send to those metaphysical figures who are now sunbathing in Cuba, Sochi, and Hawaii? And we, mere mortals, fought for the right to lie near the radiator, shedding blood, sweat, and tears of hatred.
How did I get so tired of it all back then... and when exactly? I don't remember anymore, I was always tired...When it's -30 degrees, you have to walk 5-10 kilometres to school at 6:00 a.m. because you live far away, and you open the door with shaking hands, WITH A GUST OF WIND BLOWING 30 METRES PER SECOND!!! BECAUSE THERE'S A FUCKING BLIZZARD WITH SNOWFALL ON THE STREET!!! ALL THE CARS ARE STUCK!!! TRANSPORT HAS STOPPED!!! AND EVERY GUST THREATENS YOU WITH DEATH IN THE FORM OF AN 80-YEAR-OLD GRANDMOTHER BEING BLOWN INTO YOU, AND WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, YOU BITCH?! AND WITH WHAT ANGER AND PAIN, I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS, ARMS, FACE!!! YOU OVERPOWER ME AND OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR...only to find out that the class has been cancelled...
ANGER!!! RAGE!!! HATRED!!! And... and... and HAPPINESS!!! JOY!!! THE FEELING OF FLYING!!!
How you jump up and down, breaking the frost on your face and body, how pieces of ice fall off you and how you scream with your chest full of delight and ENDLESS JOY!!!
"FREEDOM!!! - then, under the understanding gaze of the guard and the cleaning lady, who are watching you like your grandmother and grandfather, you kick the door open TO THE WIND!!!
HOW YOU RUSH HOME LIKE THE WIND!!! HOW YOU HELP OLD WOMEN GET UP ALONG THE WAY, even though just five minutes ago you were ready to send them to the other world and bury them right there, because WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU PREHISTORIC MAMMOTH, GO BACK TO THE ICEBERG, YOUR TIME IS UP, YOU OLD BAG!!!
At that moment, you are happy and the whole world seems to be smiling at you...
(Why did I remember that?) - thinking about it, I didn't even notice that I was standing there drying myself with white towels with the initials N.G. - (Narberal Gamma, I guess)
Without knowing why, I brought it to my nose and inhaled its scent... and immersed myself in it.
Delicate, but not too much...
Soft, but with a core...
Caressing, but not overpowering...
Alluring...
These words describe it perfectly.
"I hope she won't be offended, I don't want to hurt her..." I said quietly to myself, and softly sang:
"I will touch you gently
I will touch you with my hand,
A tender kiss
Will not disturb your peace."
"I won't give you to anyone,
I will forgive you for anything.
Through so much hardship
And losses,
What a joy it is to love you.
Just to love you."
"It's strange, but why is my heart beating so fast... - with a burning face, I slowly opened my eyes, removing the towel from my face.
The door...
It was open, and standing there, with a stunned expression and a slight blush, was Narbeal Gamma, her face full of disbelief.
"M-m-mister... - she said with a trembling voice. - I... I...
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